Friday, November 09, 2007

We Meet, 1967Looking across the shrinking room; coming closer towards that face.Surely this is a part of me, forgotten about; but a part that is so natural and pleasant.Easily we talk and continue to look -- without looking away.

Happy Together, 1967-1968Growing so accustomed to that face;Not just the eyes, but the whole face -- the whole person behind that face.Everyday imagination leaps immediately to that image -- to that face.Nightly dreaming of that face eases me into slumber.

Holding Hands, 1967Now I know I have lost something. What?It was here; I just had it. Where did it go? I want it back.Ah. That's it. The touch that further connects.

A Chance Meeting, 1970After so long, I am amazedAt how lovely, glowing, and even eternal is that face.Can't stop stealing peeks at that face. Can't stop gazing at that face.I can't stop dreaming of that face.

We Meet Again, 1971Another time.Almost can't look at that face.Try not to be too obvious. I want to look. So bad.I try not to… I try. But I fail, and look; and oh…That face, those eyes, that new person.

Together Again, 1972-1973Knowing every aspect of that face;Not just the eyes and face, but the Eternal Person behind that face.Everyday yearning centers on that image -- that face.Nightly prayers ease me into slumber.

Together Forever, 1976Kneeling, looking across an ever increasing horizon; knowing this is the face.Surely this is a part of me, now known; and a part so grand and glorious.Easily we walk, and continue to walk on -- without letting go.